Warnings: Swear words

Disclaimers: I do not own HP, nor High School DxD, nor Diablo III

It had been more than ten years since the end of the second wizarding war and the disappearance of one Harry James Potter from the face of the Wizarding World. A few months after Voldemort's defeat Harry Potter took all his galleons, deeds and artefacts and fled England. He spent a couple of years learning how to live as an adult muggle and searching for a place where he could live in peace. He finally settled in Kuoh, Japan.

Once he had found a cosy apartment he went on to open a bakery, of all places. Curiously enough one of his first clients was a certain young white haired girl. After a while he discovered that her name was Koneko and that she went to the high school in the city. They formed a tentative friendship created around their shared love for sweets.

"Why are you always wearing shades Potter-sama?" Koneko asked one day.

"Let me close the shop and I'll tell you." Harry huffed. He wiped his hands and swapped the sign on the door to 'closed'.

"It all started when I was a year old. My parents were part of a special division of the British police whose job was to counter nascent terrorist threats. One day a small terrorist discovered where they lived and came after them. He killed my father and then my mother while she was trying to protect me. Before he was killed by the security he managed to slash my face with the knife my mother used to try and protect me with." As she was hearing this Koneko started to cry. Potter-sama's life was unfair. He shouldn't have had to suffer like this. At least she had had Rias to try and help her get over Kuroka.

"I'm sorry for asking Potter-sama." She whispered.

"Never mind. I've got over it after a few years. Dwelling in the past never does much good." He looked at the time and said "It's getting late Koneko, you should go home. See you later."

"Goodbye Potter-sama." She then hugged him and left.

As soon as she left Harry turned and walked to the back and to the stairs towards his apartment. As he opened the door he discarded his glasses and looked around. His apartment offered minimal comforts, but he liked it. As he lied on his sofa and summoned a glass of water from his fridge, a figure materialized on the seat next to him. It was a man with dark hair braided into a bun clothed in a black shroud which didn't show his features. In his hands he held a book which .

"Shinigami, what a pleasure." Harry gritted through clenched teeth "I'd offer you a drink but I do not know if you are in service or not. So, why on Earth are you here for."

"Always so dramatic, Master." The man answered without noticing Harry's scowl. "I am barely a messenger. The Fallen are preparing for war. Kokabiel has been fomenting rebellion against Azrael. In heaven some angels are wondering about the 'sudden' reappearance of Malthael's light in the Silver City's upper spires. Meanwhile the devils are fighting like always. My sources tell me that soon a powerful Sacred Gear with a weak host will appear here. I just wanted to warn you in case something happened. I would certainly not want any harm to befall your little 'experiment' ." he spat the last word with unveiled disdain.

"YOU WILL NOT INSULT MY FRIENDS IN MY HOUSE ANYMORE, SHINIGAMI. I AM MASTER HERE AND UNLESS YOU WANT TO SUFFER A TERRIBLE FATE I WOULD ADVISE YOU TO SHUT YOUR MOUTH!"

As Harry shouted the furniture around him started shaking and breaking. Shinigami's reaction was however more pronounced. He was shaking in fear and thinking about how stupid he had been.

"Sorry…I…I..I understand." He stammered out and disappeared in a cloud of smoke.

"Bloody idiot."

After Shinigami's warning Harry had started watching any arrival in Kuoh more closely. He also became more recluse and snappish. Not many people noticed these small shifts in his behaviour. However, a certain devil did. Koneko had started seeing a different face of her friend. And she didn't like it. Not. One. Bit. Unfortunately, she could only watch as he slowly changed.

As he was preparing another batch of biscuits Harry heard the shops' bell ring. "Be with you in just a moment!" he called. He put the biscuits in the oven and went to the front of the shop. There he saw a blond girl dressed as a nun wringing her hands together. "How can I help you?" he asked her. He could feel that she matched the description given by Shinigami. Curious and curiouser indeed. He would have to investigate.

"Mi scusi signore, mi sono persa e non sò dove andare." The little girl told him.

"Non ti preoccupare, dimmi dove devi andare e cercherò di aiutarti." He answered her. Sometimes being what he was had its advantages, especially when other people were using other languages.

"Y…You can understand me?" she squealed.

"Yes. Now, what is a nun from the Vatican doing here. I would think that you people would prefer places in which there actually are faithfuls."

"Well…you see…I am looking for a property that the Vatican had here. It…it was a church a…around here but…well…I don't understand anything these people say."

"I do know what you mean. Well, I believe that the church should be on the hill west of here. West is to the right of my shop." He told her. A few days later he received another visit. This time it was three people. It was a buxom woman with blue hair followed by a man wearing a hat hiding his face and a small girl with blond eyes and a gothic-like attire. As soon as he felt them he turned. Fallen angels, just my bloody day! "Hello! What can I do for you?"

"You can do many things…" the buxom one answered "But how rude of me! We haven't even told you our names! My name is Kalawarner and these are Mittelt and Donahseek. We are looking for a girl…you see she is a dear friend of ours and she got lost…we told her to get to a church if she did, but when we went there she was gone…" Harry thought about what was happening for a long time. He would tell them and then see how everything turned out, he didn't want to attract the attention of either faction. "I know who you are talking about, she passed by a few days ago. Actually you are not the only ones that came here looking for her. Who I think was a priest also passed by. The only thing I can say is that I sent her to the church."

"Goodbye…I really hope to see you again."

Two days later the exorcists came into town. One of them attacked a devil, and all went to the dogs. The fallen forces captured the wielder of Twilight Healing, Asia Argento. Thus the devils went to the church and, after a gruelling fight managed to save her, not before having to transform the poor girl into a devil herself. The church itself suffered incalculable damage. And it was thus that Harry found the site. As he walked he saw the corpses of the unfortunate exorcists who hadn't managed to escape. Further into the church he saw what he was looking for. The four fallen angels. The only one barely conscious was Donahseek. "Hello Donahseek. I gather your plan didn't go as well as expected. No need to answer me."

"Who are you?" the fallen managed to breath out "How did you know about us?"

"All will be explained brother. Tell me, if you had another chance at life, would you still fall?"

"Yes. I am not one of those goodie angels. I fell, but I do not feel remorse for it. The only thing I would change would be following that little shit Kokabiel. Had I known following him would lead to us dying here, I would not have followed him. You know, there is a great deal of irony for a fallen in dying in a church…"

"I would have expected nothing less. I hope you do not disappoint me." Harry took his wand and swished it over the fallen angels. "Ego secundam vita potestatem vobis do. Anima citatione mea respondit! Malthael's Grace: Divine Return!" he jabbed his wand in the air. The symbol of the Hallows glowed on his forehead and on the floor around them. Then, slowly the symbol on the floor dissipated, and reappeared on the angels' foreheads. As one said angels drew a huge breath and found themselves alive once more. "How…what…you! You are the guy we saw at the bakery!"

"Do you know him, Kalawarner?" asked a dazed Raynare.

"He is the guy who told us about Asia. I didn't know he what he was…and I still don't."

"On my part, I am still trying to understand how we can be here. I mean… weren't we dead?"

"Yes you were. And I brought you back…"

"HOW! Only God could have such power!"

"…do shut up. You messed up. You died. And I brought you back, as I was saying before being interrupted. My name is Harry Potter and I am the master of Death, or if you prefer, the new receptacle of Malthael's powers."

"Malthael? Who is that?"

"I know who that is…" Donahseek gulped before continuing "…you might be too young to remember. Malthael was the angel of death. However, unlike many other death related beings he was powerful enough to kill our Father. That's why even the dragons were afraid of him. So, before the rebellion and the war, God and Satan 'broke' him it appears, however, that he managed to pass on his powers to this man."

"Yes, he passed on his powers and his Grace. I used said Grace to resurrect you. But, I wont be able to do so again."

"What do you want from us?"

"Loyalty. I know what you are and I cannot care less. However, I need people to help me. Kokabiel is not working alone. And if he comes here, it will bring the eyes of the factions on us, that is something I do not want. So! What do you say? Will you help me?"

"What do we get out of it?"

"A second chance at life, protection, and an unlimited amount of cookies." The fallen deliberared on this for a while. "We've decided. We'll help you. Azazel would kill us and Kokabiel even worse."

"Good! Now let's get out of here! I hate crumbling buildings."

A few days later one of the classes of the city's high school was in for a surprise. "Helo class! Today we will welcome two new students. Say welcome to Raynere and Mittelt Evans." As most of the class started clapping someone, aka Issei the pervert, as Harry had dubbed him, shouted "WHAT! This is a nightmare isn't it?"

"Nope!" Mittelt told him with a sadistic smirk after she had taken the seat next to him. "It's only the beginning."

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Ego secundam vita potestatem vobis do. Anima citatione mea respondit! = I give you a second chance at life! Soul answer my summons!